Mu Shan trembled with rage, humiliated in public by a group of juniors, his face utterly discredited, bursting with shame and anger, but powerless to do anything about it. He could only retreat obediently; otherwise, he would face certain death.
"Hmph, all this trouble is your damn fault, and now you've even implicated Miss Cailian. You better pray for good fortune."
When he retreated to Zhao Letian's side, Mu Shan snorted coldly, giving Zhao Letian a venomous glance. In his eyes, all of this was caused by Zhao Letian, who should not have talked back to those powerful young cultivators. Now Zhao Letian was certainly doomed, and Miss Cailian would be unlucky too.
Zhao Letian's face was expressionless, completely ignoring Mu Shan, regarding him as good as dead.
"Alright, the nuisance has gone. Boy, make your move. Don't say I didn't give you a chance; I'll let you strike first. Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to fight back later."
